9. Chapter Nine #2
Henry dried him off and brushed his hand over the head of Jack’s cock. “Better do something about that before you hurt someone with it.”
“I’ll do something.” Jack swatted Henry’s ass. “Go. I want to be inside you.”
Henry’s eyes flashed. He scurried out of the bathroom and tumbled onto the bed.
Jack followed at a slower pace. He admired the sway of Henry’s ass and the sleekness of his body.
Henry parched on the bed on his hands and knees. He waggled his butt. “Want me?”
“I do.” Jack settled behind him and swatted him again. He grasped the globes of Henry’s backside. “Such a pretty ass.”
“It’s all yours.” Henry arched his back. “Do it.”
Jack caressed along Henry’s spine, calming him. He wanted Henry ready, but not too quickly he hurt him.
“Yes.” Henry whimpered. “Feels good.”
Jack crawled onto the bed and settled between Henry’s spread legs. He parted Henry’s ass. “So pretty.” He flicked his tongue across Henry’s hole.
“Oh my God.” Henry tensed. He reached backwards and petted Jack’s hair. “Yes.”
Jack grabbed the bottle of lube from the dresser and continued to flick Henry’s asshole. He caressed the tight pucker.
“Jack.” Henry let go of him and buried his face in the sheets.
He bit the left globe of Henry’s ass, then resumed licking his hole. He loved the way Henry moaned and writhed. So responsive. Jack stabbed his tongue against Henry’s pink skin. Another groan rippled from Henry.
“Yes.” Henry planted his shoulders on the bed.
Jack pressed his face against Henry’s ass. He almost had him where he wanted him—at the edge. He stroked Henry’s soft dick to full erection. He squirted lube onto his fingers, then pressed his slick digit against Henry’s hole.
“Jack.” Henry backed into him. “Please?”
“Breathe for me.” Jack pushed his finger into him, slowly to allow Henry to adjust around him. Once fully within Henry, Jack worked his finger within his hole, opening and pushing him.
Henry shuddered.
Jack added another digit and more lube. He wanted Henry nice and prepped for him.
“Been a long time,” Henry managed. “Love it.”
He wanted Henry to fall apart. He moved his two fingers in him and licked Henry’s balls. The tingles in his body threatened to overwhelmed Jack. He needed to be inside this man.
“Jack.” Henry writhed. “Oh God.” He clawed at the bedding. “Do it.”
Jack swatted Henry’s ass and withdrew his fingers. He couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed a condom from the box on the dresser. Henry glanced over his shoulder and a dazed grin curled on his lips. The look spurred Jack on. He stood and sheathed himself. “Breathe,” Jack murmured. “Breathe.”
Henry rocked his hips. “Jack,” he whispered. “Need you.”
Jack lined up his dick with Henry’s ass.
He held on to his lover’s hips and pushed.
The pressure overwhelmed him. So tight and drawing him in.
With Henry, he was complete. This had to be what perfection felt like.
Had to. Like Henry was made for him. He grasped Henry’s hips harder and in moments, he built into a frantic pace, in and out.
Henry met him thrust for thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding was so loud in the room. They were one soul moving together.
He increased his pace and the orgasm overwhelmed him. Nothing else mattered except Henry and being with him. The world seemed to melt away around him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Henry murmured. “Need to…”
He’d stolen the words right out of Jack’s mouth. Jack embraced the climax. He’d never found anyone so perfect for him. Henry was it. He shuddered as the orgasm washed through him. He surged into Henry. His balls sizzled, and he couldn’t think straight.
“Fuck,” Henry said and collapsed. He sighed. “I think you broke something within me.”
Jack settled on him. He added a few more thrusts, then stilled. “Damn, baby.” He dug his teeth into Henry’s shoulder. “You hold me in there so tight. I have to get you to relax more.”
“I’m not good at relaxing.” Henry held on to Jack’s hand. “But you’re doing a good job of trying.”
“Am I?” He brushed his lips across Henry’s shoulder blade. “Did I hurt you?” He hadn’t wanted to, but his zeal had got the better of him. “Henry?”
Henry caressed Jack’s arm. “Physically, I’m fine, but you broke me. I’ll never be the same.” He closed his eyes. “My ass is made for you. Has to be.”
“Mine rather likes the way you fit in me, too.” He held his lover, not wanting the moment to end.
Hell, he wasn’t sure how Henry was able to speak so coherently.
His thoughts were still a mess and his body languid.
He never wanted to move from this spot, but he moved off Henry and ditched the condom, then returned to the bed.
“You make me feel like we’re the only people in the world.” Henry stretched. He draped his arm across Jacks’ abs and tangled their legs. “Nothing else matters.”
“We do have our own little world.” He rather liked it that way.
“I’m glad I visited the hot dog shop and finally talked to you,” Henry said. “My life went from black and white to color with you in it.”
“Mine, too.” He kissed Henry. He’d never been one to fall in love so fast, but he never wanted to give his heart this quickly, either. “Henry?” It was time to tell his lover how he felt.
Henry’s breathing evened and his arm grew heavy on Jack’s belly.
Jack nudged him, but Henry didn’t move. He must’ve fallen asleep.
Jack suppressed a laugh. He’d been at the precipice of telling Henry he loved him, but his partner was asleep.
Of course. Oh well. He’d snuggle with Henry a bit longer, then sneak out long enough to count the take.
Love was grand, but the business was never far away. He’d rather have it handled and be free to relax than have his tasks hanging over his head.
Jack woke early the next morning, and Henry followed shortly thereafter. Both hydrated and changed clothes for a morning run. Jack mused at the way they’d fallen into a routine already. Plus, he liked having someone to run with. He loved having Henry in his bed and life.
“What?” Henry tipped his head. “You’re staring at me. Is my hair standing on end?”
“No.” Jack averted his gaze when he tied his shoes. “You’re easy to watch.” He glanced over at his lover.
Henry smiled, then groaned and picked up his phone. “Of course.”
“Huh?” This time he did stare at Henry. Jack set his own phone to play music while he ran. He wanted to bother him but hesitated until his curiosity got the best of him. “Something wrong?”
“Not exactly.” Henry resumed stretching.
“I’ve been given a chance to write about a set of galleries that were originally a factory and they’ve kept quite a bit of the factory in original condition.
It’s considered a travel destination in Chicago.
” He shrugged and tucked his left leg to his chest. “It’s close and the money is good, plus they’re paying me to fly there. ”
“Sounds great.” He wasn’t into the art scene and knew little about architectural design. “When do you leave?”
“Tomorrow evening.” Henry switched legs and stretched his right one. “I know, it’s quick.”
“Like when the shop closes?”
“Yeah. I’ll just head up after you’re done and park in the longer-term lot. That way I can get home faster.” Henry stood. “I’ll need to pack, find the chargers I lost when I moved…I’ll need my notebooks and to find my bag for my laptop.”
“Henry.” Jack bit back a chuckle as Henry got lost in his monologue about what he’d need to bring. Once Henry focused, it took a lot to deter him. Jack touched Henry’s arm. “Henry.”
‘Sorry.” Henry gestured to the door. “We can go.”
“No.” He stopped Henry. “I’ll take you to the airport. No problem. “Plus, it’ll give us some time together before you go. I insist.”
Henry grasped Jack’s hand. “You’re sure?”
“Yeah.” He swatted Henry’s ass. “You’ll give me something to miss. I can’t ogle anyone else’s butt while they work.” He nodded to the door. “How long are you going to be gone?”
“Three days.” Henry ventured out to the porch with Jack. “I’ll be home Saturday afternoon.” His eyes widened. “During the last hour you’re open or right after you close, if the plane is late.”
“No big deal. I’ll close early.” Jack locked the house, then tucked his keys into his zippered pocket. “It’s a good reason.”
“You’re sure? I don’t want you to lose business.”
“I need to take more breaks, and this is a good reason.”